This is it, guys. This is the chapter I was excited to write. And I finally wrote it. I hope you guys like it.

Eventually, the swirling and spinning ceased, and I was finally able to look around at my surroundings. We were still in Mr. Peabody's laboratory, but it didn't look quite the same. It looked more... bland.

"What happened? We're still in the lab!" Penny complained.

Without answering, I stepped out of the machine. Every one of Mr. Peabody's machines was still there. But something seemed different.

"Hey, wasn't that phone booth red before? Now it's grey." said Penny.

"What?" I panicked, looking at the machine's nondescript shade.

"AHHHH!" Penny screamed like a little girl. "Look at me! I'm in... black and white!"

"Oh my god, you are!" I said stunned.

"So are you!" Penny pointed out.

I peered down at myself. Penny was right, my skin and my shirt and my pants had somehow lost their colour. Then, before I knew it, I was against the wall again being harassed by Penny.

"You listen here Sherman," she grumbled, "I don't know what you did, but you better FIX IT!"

"Calm down!" I shouted. I wanted to yell at Penny saying that the whole thing was really her fault, because she was the one who pressed the button. But I didn't want to get into even more trouble.

"Are you telling me to calm down? You NEVER tell a girl to calm down! Ever!" Penny screeched.

"I can fix this!" I protested.

"WELL YOU BETTER START FIXING IT, MISTER!" I was surprised that Penny hadn't strained her voice by now with her yelling.

"All we need to do is get back in the machine and go home!" I declared. "It's that simple!"

Penny seemed to calm down, and I immediately proceeded to go back into the "phone booth."

Unfortunately, when I opened the doors, I got the nastiest surprise in the history of nasty surprises. The walls of the phone booth were empty.

"Um, Penny?" I mumbled.

"Are you done yet, Sherman?" Penny groaned.

"No... I'm afraid getting back won't be simple," I said.

"What? You're kidding," said Penny.

"No, I'm not! The buttons are gone!"

Without saying a word, Penny zoomed over to the phone booth to stare at the empty walls.

"No, no, no!" Penny panicked. Before I knew it, she was slamming the door open and closed repeatedly.

"This can't be happening! This isn't happening!" she shouted.

"Penny, stop!" I yelled. "Do you think that the buttons will 'magically appear' if you slam the door enough times?"

Penny sighed. "Yes, Sherman! I totally think that!" she said sarcastically.

"Seriously, Penny? You think that?" I replied, not picking up Penny's tone.

"I was being sarcastic, you idiot!" Penny shrieked.

"Sherman? Penny?" a familiar voice called.

Just hearing my father's voice was enough to make me feel a million times better. "Yes, Mr. Peabody?"

"Dinner is ready," he said.

"Okay!" I yelled, running to see what was for dinner. Hopefully the food here was okay. Wherever 'here' was.

When I exited Mr. Peabody's lab, I noticed that my penthouse was also exactly the same. The only difference was that all the colours were gone and everything was black and white.

Eventually, I reached the kitchen, where Mr. Peabody was cooking dinner all alone.

Strange.

"Mr. Peabody?" I asked.

"Yes, Sherman?" Mr. Peabody replied blankly.

"Where are Penny's parents?"

Mr. Peabody seemed to get puzzled. "Who?"

"Penny's parents," I repeated.

"At Penny's home, silly," Mr. Peabody replied, giggling.

"I thought they were here," Penny added.

"No, you silly kids! They're at your home, Penny. Where they always are."

Penny got really confused, but I motioned for her to stay silent.

"Remember, guys? Penny came over so you two could have a playdate," said Mr. Peabody.

"Oh, right!" I said, pretending to understand. I took a quick glance over at Penny, who looked like she was about to throw up.

"I made some spaghetti and meatballs!" Mr. Peabody declared.

"Actually, I'm not hungry," Penny groaned.

However, Mr. Peabody burst out in a fit of giggles. "Oh, Penny! Don't be silly!" He began to motion Penny to come to the table. "You just sit down, Penny."

Penny sat down with a terrified look on her face.

"Here's some spaghetti," Mr. Peabody began, placing the food on Penny's plate, "and some meatballs. You eat on up, now!"

"Are you okay, Mr. Peabody?" I asked, sitting down on the other side of the dining table. "You're acting different."

"Different?" Mr. Peabody replied, looking confused.

"Um, Mr. Peabody?" I repeated.

"Different, different, different, different..." Mr. Peabody paced around the room while repeating the word. Then he went over to the bookshelf and grabbed a dictionary from the shelf.

"Different," Mr. Peabody repeated, flipping through the pages.

Penny began to chuckle. "Is Mr. Peabody looking up 'different' in the dictionary?"

"Yes!" Sherman replied, beginning to laugh as well.

"Since when does Mr. Peabody look up words in the dictionary?" Penny asked, still laughing.

"I can't find it," Mr. Peabody grumbled. "Where did you learn such a word, Sherman?"

"Can we wander around the city?" I blurted out. Penny soon gave me a dirty look.

"Sure," Mr. Peabody replied.

"Sure?" I repeated. "Are you sure?"

"Yes, go ahead," Mr. Peabody said blankly.

I thought for sure he wouldn't say yes. Not only is everything in black and white, but Mr. Peabody was not acting like himself at all.

"You can go after you finish eating!" Mr. Peabody said, approaching Penny.

Penny's terrified look returned to her face.

"Hurry, hurry!" said Mr. Peabody.

"I'm gonna hurl, Sherman, I swear to god," said Penny.

Penny and I had only been walking for five minutes outside, and it had been a disaster. All she ever did was complain and complain about her nausea while we wandered through the black and white version of New York City.

"What was in that food?" Penny complained.

"Too bad it wasn't you," I grumbled.

"Excuse me!? What was that supposed to mean?" Penny glared at me.

"Nothing!" I tried to cover up what I said. But it was too late.

"You said something Sherman. Don't lie to me."

However, we were both interrupted when sirens blared through the air and three police cars whirled past us. The cars skidded to a stop and officers climbed out of the cars and ran into the donut shop.

"What are they doing?" I questioned.

"Too bad they aren't roasting you," Penny said.

"Hey!" I yelled.

Penny started giggling. "I got you back!" she yelled.

However, her giggling was soon silenced when the cops came back out of the shop and began to sit around.

Eating a bunch of donuts.

"Who's gonna fight crime when the police are sitting around eating donuts?" Penny hissed.

"Let's just go back," I mumbled. "I can't stand looking at this."

"Me neither," Penny grumbled, beginning to walk back to the penthouse.

Uh oh, Sherman and Penny are stuck in black and white world. They're going to have a lot of fun. I'm going to move on to The Fan and The Bleak Future for a bit before going back to this.

I hope you enjoyed this chapter as much as I did.

Stay tuned.